Memories and Love Lost (Combined repost from 3/29/2015)

"Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth."

-- W. Somerset Maugham

I am of the firm belief that love lost, was never really love at all.  I loved my ex-wife up to the day I finally was forced to admit our relationship wasn't.  But, I had loved her for a reason.  I continued to love her for a reason, throughout our troubles, and tried to make it work for years, even while our marriage self-destructed.  My point is, I loved her for a reason.  

I hated her for years afterward, until I finally realized the hate was eating me up for something that I was, ultimately, as much to blame for.  Throughout it all, including the hate, I still loved her.  Why would I have married her if I didn't love her?  It isn't in me to do such.  If I loved her, what would it say about me if I could just turn that love off?  Would it say I spent over twenty years living a lie?  Maybe, but it wasn't my lie.  Thinking back on my life, I have loved many people that I haven't necessarily liked a whole bunch.  Was it stupid?  A waste of time?  I don't think so.  I think these are experiences, people, and memories, that shape who we are and who we will ultimately become.

I am a self-trained artist in several media, including photography.  I have sold art and won awards, so I guess I'm pretty good at it, though I am my own worse critic and, most times, I don't see the appeal of my art.  Art has to speak to me, as I think it has to speak to most people.  It must have a message; something that grabs us and takes us somewhere.  The artwork may not be my cup of tea but, if it transports me somewhere, I can love the effect without liking the art.  The header photograph (above) speaks volumes to me.  I would love to have a large print of this in my house.  It not only speaks to me, but it also speaks novels to me, and the short stories my mind has yet to write.  It brings forth a flood of memories, good and bad, long buried.

"People often say 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder,' and I say that the most liberating thing about beauty is realizing that you are the beholder.  This empowers us to find beauty in places where others have not dared to look, including inside ourselves."

-- Selma Hayek, actress

I could write a lengthy, boring, post over why love is lost, blame to be assigned, to cry or not to cry, you know, all the obvious stuff.  The bottom line is, you really need to get over it.  One, or both of you, didn't give it your all, so... time to move on.  Was it a waste of time?  Only, I think, if you take absolutely nothing away from the relationship.  For me, I was blessed with two great kids, two beautiful grandkids, and a butt load of great memories that far outweigh anything used as a yoke around my neck.  Was this twenty-plus years a waste?  I think not.  

We need to stop beating up the good memories along with the bad ones.  The bad memories are there as life lessons, and the good is there to make us smile and realize it was time, for the most part, well spent.  This last will be a point of contention for those that wallow in denial and self-pity.  For those, I offer this thought, coming from one who's been there:  If it was that bad, why did you stay so long, and, if you stayed, why is your decision to do so their fault?  Why are they in charge of your happiness?  And, also, who put you in charge of theirs?  If you really look down deep, there will be enough blame to go around, so, again, maybe it's time to get over it.

You loved for a reason, or it wasn't love.  If it wasn't love it was probably lust.  If it wasn't lust, it was probably stupidity, and you really can't cure stupid.  But, you can try to learn from your mistakes without dwelling on them.  If you must dwell on some part of a relationship, try finding the memories of the fun times, the good times, the times that made you fall in love, lust, and/or stupidity.  Sometimes our memories are all we have when all else has disappeared.  Try to spend more time relishing in what you have, and less on what has gone hasta-la-bye-bye.  I think you'll find happiness returns much faster.  Since people are attracted to happiness, you just might find, in someone, a stronger relationship in which to make more memories.

Like the scene in the photo, above, I think I might ultimately find myself, having crossed the "older than dirt" barrier, on some rickety wooden dock that creaks as much as I probably will.  I'll be sitting on the hard bench with my umbrella and overcoat to ward off the drizzle and evening chill.  I will look across the water and revisit memories of family, friends, and the many loves that I enjoyed in life.  I will smile as tears of joy adorn my age-wrinkled face.  I'll shove the two-day-old stub of an expensive, well-chewed, cigar back between my lips, and look down at the opened bottle of bourbon.  As I reach for one last sip, I begin to dream.  

I will be discovered there, soon or later, having passed peacefully.  I will be frozen in time, like a photograph, my finger just touching the bottle, a smile forever on my lips. 

Memories are a terrible thing to waste on anger.

"'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."

-- Alfred Lord Tennyson

Was it never meant to be?  Or, was it that, what was meant to be, was fulfilled?  This a question, posted by a fellow minister, which piqued my interest.  Was "lost love" never meant to be?  Or, was there a purpose in the relationship that was, perhaps, greater than the relationship itself?  Was this meeting to fulfill some necessity in the cosmic grand plan?

Well, I'll consider my own, failed, marriage.  It probably should have ended much sooner than it did, perhaps before the birth of my daughter, the second child, but something made me hold on.  As it turns out, my darling daughter has produced two wonderful children, and she is a doting mother.  Since it turns out, so far, she is the only one of the two of my children to grace me with grandkids, do I consider this a failure?  Did my marriage manage to bear the stress until after my daughter arrived, just so she could produce a child that might be the catalyst for some other future action?  If so, then what was meant to be, was fulfilled.  If not, then God just graced the world, and me, with one terrific mother.

"Love is divine only and difficult always. If you think it is easy you are a fool. If you think it is natural you are blind. It is a learned application without reason or motive except that it is God."

-- Toni Morrison

(Okay, are you ready?  I'm about to wander off into left field for a moment, as I do from time to time.  I'd ask you to bear with me but, what's the point.)

This whole question of fate, what was meant to be, bodes the question, though, of what part of God's cosmic plan runs amok when monsters like the Nazis and ISIS are allowed to exist?  Or, are these horrors also meant to set the cosmic scales back into balance; to set some other action in motion, in order to set another mistake right?  The philosophy behind the thinking can literally take us from the butterfly flapping its wings in Mexico and causing air movement that destroys crops, ruins an economy, and leads to nuclear war on the other side of the globe.  It offers up for us the real possibility that even the smallest of things can have a tremendous impact, and consequences, for our lives, the lives of others, and perhaps the universe.  What we consider failed romances may, indeed, have all been for a higher purpose.

"For so it had come about, as indeed I and many men might have foreseen had not terror and disaster blinded our minds. These germs of disease have taken toll of humanity since the beginning of things--taken toll of our prehuman ancestors since life began here. But by virtue of this natural selection of our kind we have developed resisting power; to no germs do we succumb without a struggle, and to many-- those that cause putrefaction in dead matter, for instance --our living frames are altogether immune. But there are no bacteria in Mars, and directly these invaders arrived, directly they drank and fed, our microscopic allies began to work their overthrow. Already when I watched them they were irrevocably doomed, dying and rotting even as they went to and fro. It was inevitable. By the toll of a billion deaths man has bought his birthright of the earth, and it is his against all comers; it would still be his were the Martians ten times as mighty as they are. For neither do men live nor die in vain."

-- H.G. Wells

This whole idea of consequences also brings the morality of abortion around to the question of just what possible savior of mankind are we killing in utero.  If we treat abortion as simply a fact of life, like our relationships, we might lose sight of the possible consequences.  I equate this to the human version of destroying our rainforests just as we begin to realize they are the possible source of cures for most of what ails mankind.  With abortion don't we run the risk of losing the next Einstein, Bach, Angelou, Tennyson, or Mr. Rogers?  Are the consequences of our actions worth the possible loss?

Video: What if that's the kid who would've changed the world?

On the flip side is the possibility that the next mass murderer is never born.  We are left with a risk/reward study that is heavily weighted to the moral side of the scale.  Better to let them all live and handle the evil when it rears its ugly head.  Consequences of the small ripples each of us cause in our sea of humanity.

"Better to have never met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there."

-- Otomo No Yakamochi (718-785), Japanese statesman, poet

So, what of the love lost?  Was it never meant to be, or was it, perhaps, that what was meant to be was fulfilled?  Or, does it really matter in the first place?  What was, was, and are now memories. What is, is, and are soon to be memories. Our dreams, intents, and our future, will also succumb to memory. All was meant to be, and all will be fulfilled, right?  Be careful, then, not to think too hard about an answer, for it, too, was probably always meant to be.

As for myself, I think we meet people again and again throughout our many lives.  Friends reappear like wildflowers in spring, and enemies will find us, again, and again, like the cold breeze of winter.  Like death and taxes, we can truly not escape either.  

I look forward, fondly, to meeting all again.

"It is better to have loved you and lost you, than never to have loved you at all. As each life comes and goes, I so look forward to suffering our meeting one more time; to suffer loving you again, and losing you, as always. This curse upon me, for some slight to God of which I have long since forgotten many lifetimes past, keeps me humble before my Lord. One day I will earn favor, and on that day, in that life, love lost will be love found again, and a bit of balance will be restored. Until then, I dream."

-- F.A. Villari

Editor's Note

(Re: disclaimer cum "get out of jail free" card)

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We all fall from grace, some more often than others; it is part of being human. God's test for us is what we learn from the experience, and what we do afterward.

Pastor Tony spent 22 years with the United States Air Force Intelligence as a planner, analyst, briefer, instructor, and, finally, a senior manager. He spent 17 years, following his service career, working with the premier, world-renowned, Western Institutional Review Board helping to protect the rights of human subjects involved in pharmaceutical research.

Ordained 1n 2013 as an "interfaith" minister, he founded the Congregation for Religious Tolerance in response to intolerance shown by Christians toward peaceful Islam. As the weapon for his war on intolerance he chose the pen, and wages his "battle" in the guise of the Congregation's official online blog, The Path, of which he is both author and editor. "The Path" offers a vehicle for commentary and guidance concerning one's own personal, spiritual, path toward peace and the final destination for us all. He currently resides in Pass Christian, Mississippi, where he volunteered as the lead chaplain at a regional medical center.

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